Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

How long have you been working at the food delivery department?

It suddenly asked.

"Is it the fifth day?"

Liu Zheng calculated the days and said.

"The fifth day. You've only been here five days and you've already turned the whole city upside down. Even Li can't cause as much trouble as you."

The big white goose shook its head.

"Hahaha, I only did a tiny bit of work. It's nothing, nothing at all."

He laughed awkwardly.

"What you've done are all important things, how can you say they're insignificant?"

The white goose did not agree with him.

“For example, moving Li’s remains out of the restaurant is a big deal.”

"You agree, right, human?"

The white goose suddenly stopped and turned to look at Liu Zheng.

Its feathers unfurled silently, their sharp edges reflecting the faint light of the passage, cutting Liu Zheng's eyes.

Chapter 124 Clothes need to be peeled off to fit snugly.

Liu Zheng blinked but didn't say anything.

He was pondering a question: would it be more straightforward to throw a teething toy or to throw a gold finger?

Or, throw them all away.

"Don't be so nervous."

The big white goose saw his appearance and flapped its wings.

That feeling of being overtly sharp and assertive vanished instantly.

However, Liu Zheng did not let his guard down because of this.

"I'm too old and injured, I can't do things anymore, and I can't fight anymore."

"The boss let me stay here to retire because of my contributions to the restaurant, so I just do whatever odd jobs I can."

"I can't control anything else, and I don't want to."

The white goose looked past him and gazed in a certain direction.

Liu Zheng forcibly resisted the urge to turn his head and look, sweat beading on his forehead.

"I'll remind you for the sake of the dried fish: Li isn't a bad person, but good people can sometimes do bad things."

"His thoughts were too many, too big, too heavy; even his skeleton after death could crush a person."

The white goose continued.

"Some things are not my choice, but I cannot refuse them."

He finally spoke.

Perhaps his connection with the legendary deliveryman began the moment he acquired the legendary vest.

And perhaps that's when Ghost Hand started targeting him.

Even if he could do it all over again, Liu Zheng would still choose to trade with the French plane tree.

Without the legendary affix, he would have died long ago at the entrance of some unknown residential complex.

"I can help you, and of course, you can help me too."

"That's what the big white goose said."

"help you with what?"

"Have you decided to cut ties with Li?"

"The big white goose asked."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

How could he possibly cut it now?

He's also planning to get the hat so he can complete the legendary deliveryman's three-piece set.

"Then contact me again when you've made your decision. Now, let's move on."

The large white goose turned around and continued leading the way.

Liu Zheng looked back, but there was nothing there.

He scratched his head, quickened his pace, and followed behind the big white goose.

Liu Zheng did not see the elevator until he reached the entrance of the customer service department.

It probably only appears when the boss summons the employees.

The white goose took out the key from its thick feathers and opened the door to the customer service department.

"smell good."

As soon as you open the door, a rich aroma immediately wafts out.

Liu Zheng had never smelled such a scent before. It was definitely not a single fragrance, but a combination of at least a hundred different aromas.

Yet they are also remarkably uniform, like a perfectly fitted suit of scales.

Each fragrance is like a piece of armor, locking away any unpleasant odors within its fragrant armor.

"Does it smell good?"

The big white goose asked with a smile.

"Smells good."

He said it sincerely.

If this fragrance were available for sale in the real world, it would absolutely crush brands like Versace, Bulgari, and Chanel.

"I invented this when I was still a minister. Its purpose was to cover up the odor on the waiters."

"You know, there are all sorts of strange races in this world. Some races have an odor that other races can't stand, while others can't stand any odor at all."

"And the perfume I invented can make most races feel comfortable, and even relax them and reduce their aggression."

"Since we started using this perfume, customer service staff turnover has decreased by more than 30%."

"That's what the big white goose said proudly."

"awesome."

Liu Zheng vigorously thumped his hands.

It's a pity the cattle and horses aren't here, otherwise we should really smack them.

Look at how well he's managed to be the head of this department; he truly deserves to be the restaurant's big brother.

"Alright, alright, these are just old achievements on the list. It would be hypocritical to praise them any further."

The big white goose laughed and led Liu Zheng further inside.

The customer service department's space is much larger than the takeout department's break room, and even much larger than the kitchen.

Of course, this is only on the surface, since there are places like the kitchen and the cold storage that he has never been before.

The spacious living room is furnished with dozens of dressing tables and single sofas.

Many mirrors and chairs were also installed on the walls and pillars around the hall.

"Customer service staff are divided into three levels: first-class, second-class, and third-class."

"Third-class waiters share those mirrors and chairs."

"Second-class waiters have their own dressing table and sofa."

"First-class waiters have their own rooms."

The big white goose pointed to the small doors on the wall and said.

"And what about you and the British minister?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Look, that's Britain's room."

The big white goose pointed to a brass door directly opposite the main gate and said.

"Mine is that one."

It then pointed to a small door in the corner and said.

The door to the Great White Goose was far less luxurious than that of Britain, and even looked a bit more dilapidated than the doors of the other first-class waiters.

But its door is engraved with the same restaurant model as the commemorative medal that the cow and horse gave him.

"Time is tight, so I won't invite you in. There are three planetary-level private rooms that are currently vacant. Which one would you like to go to?"

"The big white goose asked."

Which one would you recommend I go to?

Liu Zheng took advantage of the situation.

“Young man, even if I admire you, I can’t show you too much favoritism. After all, the current head of customer service is Britain.”

The big white goose shook its head.

"I don't want your favoritism; I'm just a newcomer seeking advice from the senior."

He affectionately embraced the white goose's wings.

A stack of banknotes was secretly buried in the plump goose feathers.

The waiters' main income should be tips, and since Big White Goose is no longer serving customers, they must be short of that.

Liu Zheng has obsessive-compulsive disorder; he can't stand seeing anyone lack something.

Even geese won't work.

The white goose paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

What a brat, trying to bribe it with money.

Although he wasn't keen on making money, his wealth accumulated from serving as the head of so many customer service departments far surpassed that of Liu Zheng.

However, it doesn't dislike this feeling.

Liu Zheng's actions reminded it of when it was still in power.

Back then, it was still fully grown, with sharp teeth and a keen mouth, capable of crushing even the executive chef's knife in one bite.

Countless waiters surrounded it, trying their best to please it, all in order to provide a good private room.

Unfortunately, all of that is now gone.

Now, although its words still carry some weight, it has to be mindful of Britain's feelings.

Thinking of this, the white goose sighed and its gaze toward Liu Zheng softened.

What is your lucky number?

It suddenly asked.

"Uh, 3?"

Liu Zheng tentatively said.

3 is a sacred number.

"Hmm, it's not my lucky number."

"That's what the big white goose said regretfully."

"I was just joking. Actually, my lucky number is 2."